Chaos, my lover
December 21st, 2009 § 1 Comment
Chaos, my lover,
is a three-masted schooner
arriving, anchor catching on
some jagged place I did not even know about.
Colored beads and mirrors are in my hands; I choke
in amazement, dazzled to see myself
at last.
Abandoning the scientific method, I lie very still
as you stride ashore.
Joanna Wiebe, April 3, 2007
For Tim
Lovely